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Six Days On The Musselshell
For me, the 2011 big game hunting seasons in my home state of Montana had been one great big disappointment after another for most of the first four weeks - starting with the opening weekend of the general firearms season on Saturday, October 23. I was able to slip away and hunt the first three days of the season...and never saw a single elk or a single antlered whitetail or mule deer buck. In fact, I saw very few antlerless deer as well.
I was hunting just north of Thompson Falls, in the Bitterroot Mountain range of western Montana, an area that 15 years ago offered some exceptional elk hunting, and a real abundance of deer, especially whitetails. Back then, taking a 125- to 135-class buck was normally just a matter of taking the first good 5x5 buck you had the chance to squeeze the trigger on. In fact, whitetail numbers in much of Sanders County had reached nuisance proportions. Well, not any more. And the problem has been ever growing, and extremely poorly managed wolf numbers which have totally decimated most wildlife populations. And one of the biggest problems in turning this disaster around has been the denial of the state's wildlife department - Montana Fish, Wildlife and Parks. This agency has been an integral part of this problem, and has lost all trust among Montana sportsmen.
Another trip to the area a week later proved even more dismal. And the only "shootable" game seen during five days of hunting was one very large black wolf - which shot across a mountain gravel roadway in about 1.2 seconds, then disappeared into thick mountain growth. I knew right then and there that it was time to find a new place to hunt deer and elk.
Off and on for the next two weeks, I hunted several different areas west and south of Missoula. Unfortunately, I found the same gameless slopes, ridges, valleys and meadows. A few times I did manage to spot a whitetail buck. Each time, they were small fork-horns or 3x3 bucks - and several miles from the road. I had moved to western Montana for the tremendous variety of big game, and the quality of hunting. Thanks to wolf depredation, it has now become a big game wasteland. What game is still here has mostly moved into residential neighborhoods, or very close to ranch homesites, close to people where the deer and elk feel safer from the threat of wolves. And now, those wolves are following the game right into town.
(Photo Above Left - In many areas of western Montana, the only place you'll find game is right in the backyards of residential neighborhoods, like this Missoula city-dwelling whitetail buck.)
I was hunting just north of Thompson Falls, in the Bitterroot Mountain range of western Montana, an area that 15 years ago offered some exceptional elk hunting, and a real abundance of deer, especially whitetails. Back then, taking a 125- to 135-class buck was normally just a matter of taking the first good 5x5 buck you had the chance to squeeze the trigger on. In fact, whitetail numbers in much of Sanders County had reached nuisance proportions. Well, not any more. And the problem has been ever growing, and extremely poorly managed wolf numbers which have totally decimated most wildlife populations. And one of the biggest problems in turning this disaster around has been the denial of the state's wildlife department - Montana Fish, Wildlife and Parks. This agency has been an integral part of this problem, and has lost all trust among Montana sportsmen.
Another trip to the area a week later proved even more dismal. And the only "shootable" game seen during five days of hunting was one very large black wolf - which shot across a mountain gravel roadway in about 1.2 seconds, then disappeared into thick mountain growth. I knew right then and there that it was time to find a new place to hunt deer and elk.
Off and on for the next two weeks, I hunted several different areas west and south of Missoula. Unfortunately, I found the same gameless slopes, ridges, valleys and meadows. A few times I did manage to spot a whitetail buck. Each time, they were small fork-horns or 3x3 bucks - and several miles from the road. I had moved to western Montana for the tremendous variety of big game, and the quality of hunting. Thanks to wolf depredation, it has now become a big game wasteland. What game is still here has mostly moved into residential neighborhoods, or very close to ranch homesites, close to people where the deer and elk feel safer from the threat of wolves. And now, those wolves are following the game right into town.
(Photo Above Left - In many areas of western Montana, the only place you'll find game is right in the backyards of residential neighborhoods, like this Missoula city-dwelling whitetail buck.)
An Opportunity To Hunt Central Montana...
The prairies of central Montana are broken with deeply eroded canyons and draws filled with dense cedar thickets. While an occassional mountain lion and a healthy coyote population take their toll on deer numbers in this region, local ranchers and hunters in turn keep predator numbers well in check. And when one of those "big coyotes" (a.k.a. wolves) shows up in this country, they tend to disappear...whether there's a wolf season on not. Sportsmen who have footed the bill for true wildlife conservation have grown more than a little bit weary of watching wolves destroy the past 75 years of conservation efforts. And whatever the new U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service or Montana Fish, Wildlife and Parks agenda may be, sportsmen who fully realize the damage these apex predators deal wildlife resources ARE NOT on board. And they fully intend to deal with the problem as it needs dealt with, and that is to shoot wolves on sight. (More on the wolf problem following this article on hunting this region of Montana.)
When offered the chance to hunt the last week of season along the Musselshell River, near where it empties into the Missouri River, with my wife's older brother, I jumped at the opportunity. The ranch, made up of 28 sections of privately owned land, with another half-dozen sections of landlocked Bureau of Land Management lands, sits on the southern fringe of what is known as the Missouri Breaks. And thanks to some ever ongoing "predator control", there is still a very healthy population of whtetails, mule deer, elk and pronghorn.
The ranch I hunted is in a special draw elk unit and my general elk tag could not be used...so, I was relegated to hunt deer only. My tag was good for either a buck whitetail or a buck mule deer. I also had an unused turkey tag in my pocket, and in this part of the state it was legal to use a rifle on turkeys. This gave me an opportunity to try a load developed for my .50 Knight "Mountaineer", to see if it was too destructive for taking an old turkey gobbler.
When offered the chance to hunt the last week of season along the Musselshell River, near where it empties into the Missouri River, with my wife's older brother, I jumped at the opportunity. The ranch, made up of 28 sections of privately owned land, with another half-dozen sections of landlocked Bureau of Land Management lands, sits on the southern fringe of what is known as the Missouri Breaks. And thanks to some ever ongoing "predator control", there is still a very healthy population of whtetails, mule deer, elk and pronghorn.
The ranch I hunted is in a special draw elk unit and my general elk tag could not be used...so, I was relegated to hunt deer only. My tag was good for either a buck whitetail or a buck mule deer. I also had an unused turkey tag in my pocket, and in this part of the state it was legal to use a rifle on turkeys. This gave me an opportunity to try a load developed for my .50 Knight "Mountaineer", to see if it was too destructive for taking an old turkey gobbler.
Open Country That Often Calls For Shooting Out Past 200 Yards...
For deer, I decided to stick with a proven combo out of the Knight primer ignition in-line rifle - a 110-grain charge of Blackhorn 209 behind a saboted 300-grain Harvester Muzzleloading .451" diameter Scorpion PT Gold. The load is consistently good for almost 1,970 f.p.s. at the muzzle of the 27-inch Green Mountain barrel (with around 2,580 f.p.e.). At a hundred yards, the rifle and load are also consistently good for keeping groups between 1- and 1 1/2-inches. At 200 yards, the 300-grain poly-tipped spire-point drives home with around 1,500 f.p.e., and when using the 200-yard reticle of the Leatherwood/Hi-Lux Optics TB-ML scope, point of impact is 1 1/2-inches above point of aim.
The big and open river-bottom hayfields very often call for 200-225 yard shots at whitetails, while hunting the draws of the higher shelves and plateaus regularly require taking shots across the draw, pushing ranges to 200 to 250 yards. The rifle, load and scope I used for the hunt is fully capable of handling such shots - with authority.
I devoted the first couple of days to see if I could get on one of the huge mulies that roam the upper breaks of this ranch. The first morning, I passed on an easy 90-yard shot at a 22- to 24-inch wide 3x3, and later in the day on another smaller 4x4. I wanted to see if I could see one of the 30-inch class mulies this ranch has regularly produced - and right at dark I had that opportunity. With less than 20 minutes of shooting light (and time) left, I watched through my old Zeiss binoculars as a true 31-32 inch wide 4x4 sauntered out of a cedar thicket to bed on a yellow grass covered table 3/4-mile, and across a deep canyon, away. The rack was tall, wide and massive - with exceptionally deep forks. I knew at first sight that I was looking at a true Boone and Crockett buck. But I also knew that there was absolutely no way to get within muzzleloader range of the deer before darkness fell.
As my hunting partner and I eased out of the hunting area in his pickup, in the very last light of day I spotted 6 cow elk less than a hundred yards from the faint two-track roadway. Neither of us had a tag for a cow elk, or for this unit for that matter. But, we knew the rancher's daughter did. And when we stopped at the ranch house on the way back to our camp to share where we had seen the elk, we committed to taking her out to fill her tag the next morning.
The big and open river-bottom hayfields very often call for 200-225 yard shots at whitetails, while hunting the draws of the higher shelves and plateaus regularly require taking shots across the draw, pushing ranges to 200 to 250 yards. The rifle, load and scope I used for the hunt is fully capable of handling such shots - with authority.
I devoted the first couple of days to see if I could get on one of the huge mulies that roam the upper breaks of this ranch. The first morning, I passed on an easy 90-yard shot at a 22- to 24-inch wide 3x3, and later in the day on another smaller 4x4. I wanted to see if I could see one of the 30-inch class mulies this ranch has regularly produced - and right at dark I had that opportunity. With less than 20 minutes of shooting light (and time) left, I watched through my old Zeiss binoculars as a true 31-32 inch wide 4x4 sauntered out of a cedar thicket to bed on a yellow grass covered table 3/4-mile, and across a deep canyon, away. The rack was tall, wide and massive - with exceptionally deep forks. I knew at first sight that I was looking at a true Boone and Crockett buck. But I also knew that there was absolutely no way to get within muzzleloader range of the deer before darkness fell.
As my hunting partner and I eased out of the hunting area in his pickup, in the very last light of day I spotted 6 cow elk less than a hundred yards from the faint two-track roadway. Neither of us had a tag for a cow elk, or for this unit for that matter. But, we knew the rancher's daughter did. And when we stopped at the ranch house on the way back to our camp to share where we had seen the elk, we committed to taking her out to fill her tag the next morning.
Big Country Requires A Lot Of Walking & A Lot Of Glassing...
Just as it was breaking daylight the next morning, I slid out of the truck about a half-mile above where we had spotted the elk. My plan was to hunt down along an upper draw to see if the elk had moved up some. The draws on this side of the canyon led down to where I had spotted the monster mulie the previous evening, and I hoped to find where the buck was bedding through the day. While I had never before stepped foot in the country I was preparing to cover, my partner, his father and his two brothers had been hunting on this ranch for more than 45 years, and he had clued me in on the lay of the land.
I had no problem finding a sizeable bowl or basin he told me about, that could not be seen from the ranch road, and just as the sun began to peek over the horizon, I spotted another B&C contender chasing a doe. The buck was not nearly as wide as the buck I had hoped to find, probably around 26 to 27 inches wide. However, at the bases the antlers looked to be as big around as my wrists, and the rack came up high and heavy with deep forks as well. I ducked out of sight over the curvature of the adjacent draw, and worked quickly in the direction I had seen the deer running. And as I peeked up over the top a couple of hunded yards later, there they were...maybe 200 yards away. But the sun was directly behind them, and I just could not pick them up in the scope. The doe led the buck down into the draw...and that was the last I saw of them.
About 30 minutes later, I heard the bark of a .300 Winchester Short Magnum. I had coursed the sound of the shot pretty well, and worked in that direction. Nearly 20 minutes later, I spotted blaze orange and got there just in time to help with the field dressing of a 400-pound cow elk - and to congratulate the hunter. My partner offered to run her back to the ranch house to get the help she needed for getting it out of the draw, and when he returned his plans were to drive around to the other side of the big canyon, allowing me to spend the entire day to work all the finger draws in the mile or so back to the river.
It was a nice sunny and pleasant day for late November, and the rut was in high gear. Off an on all day, I spotted young mulie bucks aggrevating mature does, but just did not see one of the truly big bucks. Mid afternoon found me working the long grassy and cedar spotted draw directly above where I had seen the big deer the previous evening. Half way back to the canyon, I eased down onto a short grassy point for a better view of the draw bottom...hoping to jump the big buck from its bed. Suddenly, 20 yards in front of me, horn tips appeared. Instead of a big buck standing up, one very fine bull elk appeared out of the grass. The bull was a solid 360-class elk - with lots of add on sticker points jutting out in numerous directions. My guess is that the bull would have a gross score of around 390+. And in this unit, the tag in my wallet was nothing more than a useless piece of paper. The bull stopped every 20 yards to look back - offering shot opportunities elk hunters dream about.
I had no problem finding a sizeable bowl or basin he told me about, that could not be seen from the ranch road, and just as the sun began to peek over the horizon, I spotted another B&C contender chasing a doe. The buck was not nearly as wide as the buck I had hoped to find, probably around 26 to 27 inches wide. However, at the bases the antlers looked to be as big around as my wrists, and the rack came up high and heavy with deep forks as well. I ducked out of sight over the curvature of the adjacent draw, and worked quickly in the direction I had seen the deer running. And as I peeked up over the top a couple of hunded yards later, there they were...maybe 200 yards away. But the sun was directly behind them, and I just could not pick them up in the scope. The doe led the buck down into the draw...and that was the last I saw of them.
About 30 minutes later, I heard the bark of a .300 Winchester Short Magnum. I had coursed the sound of the shot pretty well, and worked in that direction. Nearly 20 minutes later, I spotted blaze orange and got there just in time to help with the field dressing of a 400-pound cow elk - and to congratulate the hunter. My partner offered to run her back to the ranch house to get the help she needed for getting it out of the draw, and when he returned his plans were to drive around to the other side of the big canyon, allowing me to spend the entire day to work all the finger draws in the mile or so back to the river.
It was a nice sunny and pleasant day for late November, and the rut was in high gear. Off an on all day, I spotted young mulie bucks aggrevating mature does, but just did not see one of the truly big bucks. Mid afternoon found me working the long grassy and cedar spotted draw directly above where I had seen the big deer the previous evening. Half way back to the canyon, I eased down onto a short grassy point for a better view of the draw bottom...hoping to jump the big buck from its bed. Suddenly, 20 yards in front of me, horn tips appeared. Instead of a big buck standing up, one very fine bull elk appeared out of the grass. The bull was a solid 360-class elk - with lots of add on sticker points jutting out in numerous directions. My guess is that the bull would have a gross score of around 390+. And in this unit, the tag in my wallet was nothing more than a useless piece of paper. The bull stopped every 20 yards to look back - offering shot opportunities elk hunters dream about.
Thanksgiving...Time For Putting Some Meat On The Table...
I finished off late afternoon and early evening laying out on a point overlooking the grassy table where I had watched the big buck bed. Several small fork-horns and a small 4x4 buck walked past a hundred yards below me, as well as 8 or 9 mulie does and fawns. But the big buck failed to show. Just before heading across the canyon and back up to where I could see the truck parked in the distance, I watched through the binoculars as a very nice tall and heavy horned buck eased down off of the adjacent finger ridge...crossed the river...and disappeared into a hundred acres of river bottom timber.
The next morning was Thanksgiving Day. Since we were to eat dinner with the ranch owners at another of the family ranches about 20 miles away, that left me with 3 days to put some meat in the freezer. It was time to shift gears from mule deer to river bottom whitetails...and to switch from "trophy hunter" to "meat hunter". Every morning when we pulled out to hunt the higher mule deer country, we could seen whitetails spotting the hayfields, often within shooting distance of camp. My plan was to hunt the far end of the hay fields, where it narrowed to about 200-yards across. From camp, I had seen a couple of 2 1/2 year old 4x4 and 5x5 whitetail bucks chasing does. And in the headlights of the truck as we returned to camp the first evening, there had been a dandy 160-class 24-inch wide 5x5 standing on the field road that went past our camp.
I really wanted to get in some pheasant hunting, and to take a turkey with my .50 Mountaineer - so I promised myself that I would take the first fair 4x4 or 5x5 that offered a shot. And I did not have to wait long on the stand I took on a high hump adjacent to the field. The buck was following a big doe, and when the deer stopped nearly full broadside at about 170 yards, I steadied the rifle on one of the great Bog Pod collapsible tripod shooting rests. I let the primary crosshair settle about 4 inches above where I would normally hold for my favored high shoulder shot. The trigger eased back...the rifle barked...and the bullet flew true. Even before the deer began to drop, I heard the "wallop" as the 300-grain Scorpion PT Gold drove home... and the 160-170 pound buck dropped on the spot.
Next to where we had parked our small camper was an old McCormick-Deering thrashing machine dating from the turn of the 20th Century. After the buck was hung from one of the higher wheels for the belt that had driven the piece of ancient farming machinery, I grabbed my old 1950's era Browning A-5 12-gauge semi-auto and worked the grassy edges of the hayfield and soon had three colorful cock pheasants hanging alongside the whitetail. At night, temperatures were dropping down into the 20s, and getting into the mid 30s during the day. Since the birds were hanging on the shady side of the thrasher, I gutted them so I could just take them home and finish the cleaning job.
The next morning was Thanksgiving Day. Since we were to eat dinner with the ranch owners at another of the family ranches about 20 miles away, that left me with 3 days to put some meat in the freezer. It was time to shift gears from mule deer to river bottom whitetails...and to switch from "trophy hunter" to "meat hunter". Every morning when we pulled out to hunt the higher mule deer country, we could seen whitetails spotting the hayfields, often within shooting distance of camp. My plan was to hunt the far end of the hay fields, where it narrowed to about 200-yards across. From camp, I had seen a couple of 2 1/2 year old 4x4 and 5x5 whitetail bucks chasing does. And in the headlights of the truck as we returned to camp the first evening, there had been a dandy 160-class 24-inch wide 5x5 standing on the field road that went past our camp.
I really wanted to get in some pheasant hunting, and to take a turkey with my .50 Mountaineer - so I promised myself that I would take the first fair 4x4 or 5x5 that offered a shot. And I did not have to wait long on the stand I took on a high hump adjacent to the field. The buck was following a big doe, and when the deer stopped nearly full broadside at about 170 yards, I steadied the rifle on one of the great Bog Pod collapsible tripod shooting rests. I let the primary crosshair settle about 4 inches above where I would normally hold for my favored high shoulder shot. The trigger eased back...the rifle barked...and the bullet flew true. Even before the deer began to drop, I heard the "wallop" as the 300-grain Scorpion PT Gold drove home... and the 160-170 pound buck dropped on the spot.
Next to where we had parked our small camper was an old McCormick-Deering thrashing machine dating from the turn of the 20th Century. After the buck was hung from one of the higher wheels for the belt that had driven the piece of ancient farming machinery, I grabbed my old 1950's era Browning A-5 12-gauge semi-auto and worked the grassy edges of the hayfield and soon had three colorful cock pheasants hanging alongside the whitetail. At night, temperatures were dropping down into the 20s, and getting into the mid 30s during the day. Since the birds were hanging on the shady side of the thrasher, I gutted them so I could just take them home and finish the cleaning job.
Turkey Time!!!
Even after putting an hour or so into jump shooting the pheasants, it was still just mid morning. I took my rifle and headed up a small valley behind camp, where I resighted with a much milder load. Before making the trip east into the Missouri Breaks country, I had spent some time on my range near Missoula to come up with a turkey load that would not destroy some great eating. I settled on 60 grains of Blackhorn 209 behind a saboted 260-grain Scorpion PT Gold. At 75 yards, I found that I could keep most groups right at 1- to 1 1/2-inches across center-to-center. And I knew that degree of accuracy would allow me to place my shot right where the wings attach... high enough to prevent ruining any of that tasty white breast meat. It took me four shots to get the rifle and load printing "dead on" at 75 yards. Then, I took a couple of shots at 100 yards to see where it printed. The two holes on the target were nearly touching - and were around an inch below point of aim.
After a great Thanksgiving dinner and meeting about 40 great Montana residents, there was an hour of daylight left when we returned to camp, and I spotted 11 nice gobblers feeding near a fenced hay bale pen 300 yards from camp. We had seen the birds there several times on our trips in and out of the area, and that's where I decided to start my turkey hunt the next morning.
An old Kenworth diesel haying truck sat next to the bale pen. It had not run in years, and the turkeys were very accustomed to it. At daybreak the next morning, I climbed up into the cab, on the passenger side, and rolled down the window. It seemed the perfect blind for this hunt. About 9:30, I looked up to see the toms slowly feeding and working directly toward the bale pen. And 30 minutes later, they were right where I wanted them - maybe 60 yards away. Two really big bodied gobblers stood out. And when one of them moved to one side away from the others, offering a clear shot, I held for the juncture of the facing wing and squeezed the trigger. The bullet hit exactly where it was supposed to, and 24 pounds of Rio Grande-Merriam cross wild turkey dropped without a quiver.
After a great Thanksgiving dinner and meeting about 40 great Montana residents, there was an hour of daylight left when we returned to camp, and I spotted 11 nice gobblers feeding near a fenced hay bale pen 300 yards from camp. We had seen the birds there several times on our trips in and out of the area, and that's where I decided to start my turkey hunt the next morning.
An old Kenworth diesel haying truck sat next to the bale pen. It had not run in years, and the turkeys were very accustomed to it. At daybreak the next morning, I climbed up into the cab, on the passenger side, and rolled down the window. It seemed the perfect blind for this hunt. About 9:30, I looked up to see the toms slowly feeding and working directly toward the bale pen. And 30 minutes later, they were right where I wanted them - maybe 60 yards away. Two really big bodied gobblers stood out. And when one of them moved to one side away from the others, offering a clear shot, I held for the juncture of the facing wing and squeezed the trigger. The bullet hit exactly where it was supposed to, and 24 pounds of Rio Grande-Merriam cross wild turkey dropped without a quiver.
One Great Way To End What Had Been A Very Disappointing Season...
Would I have been happier if I had taken one of those exceptional mule deer bucks...or that 160 class whitetail? You bet I would have been! Still, during the four days I had been there, I had enjoyed one of the most memorable hunts of my life...saw some great bucks...and met some extremely nice folks. In fact, they were already planning my return hunt in 2012, telling me which elk unit I needed to apply for, and that I should also get a whitetail doe tag in addition to my general buck tag. The family was so appreciative of our efforts to get their daughter her cow elk that they gave us half of that cow...with the required letter from them for transporting the two quarters back to Missoula.
While my partner hunted the next morning to fill his doe tag, with a big whitetail doe, I grabbed the old shotgun and managed to harvest another three-bird limit of pheasants. That afternoon, we drove his 4x4 pickup into some of the more remote sections of the ranch and saw a half dozen small mulie bucks, which he passed on. The next morning, we went into a few other harder to reach areas, and when a nice 25-inch wide 4x4 stood in the open of a small ridge 150 yards away...instead of squeezing off a shot he said, "He'll be bigger next year...no need to take the shot...I've got some cow elk for the freezer!" - I knew I had found a new hunting partner. He also said he would like to hunt the area next year with a muzzleloader, to try taking his first game ever with a frontloader.
What a way to end a season! - Toby Bridges, North American Muzzleloader Hunting
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While my partner hunted the next morning to fill his doe tag, with a big whitetail doe, I grabbed the old shotgun and managed to harvest another three-bird limit of pheasants. That afternoon, we drove his 4x4 pickup into some of the more remote sections of the ranch and saw a half dozen small mulie bucks, which he passed on. The next morning, we went into a few other harder to reach areas, and when a nice 25-inch wide 4x4 stood in the open of a small ridge 150 yards away...instead of squeezing off a shot he said, "He'll be bigger next year...no need to take the shot...I've got some cow elk for the freezer!" - I knew I had found a new hunting partner. He also said he would like to hunt the area next year with a muzzleloader, to try taking his first game ever with a frontloader.
What a way to end a season! - Toby Bridges, North American Muzzleloader Hunting
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Wolves Are Detroying The Hunting In The Northern Rockies - Who's At Fault?
Back in 1995 and 1996, in their zest to speed up the "reintroduction" of the wolf into the Northern Rockies ecosystem, the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service wrongly INTRODUCED an entirely different subspecies of wolf than what was native to this region of the country. Exhibiting the "professionalism" of complete amateurs, our Nation's federal wildlife agency brought down a more aggressive and considerably larger Canadian subspecies - and the ramifications have been the near annihilation of elk and other big game herds in much of western Montana, most of Idaho and the northwest quadrant of Wyoming. Across much of the Northern Rockies, growing wolf numbers have already resulted in the 80+ percent losses of once great elk herds, even higher losses of moose numbers, and plumeting mule deer and whitetail populations.
Just as guilty as the federal bullies who have forced these invasive non-native wolves on the residents of the Northern Rockies have been the state wildlife agencies in Montana and Idaho, who have not only been "willing victims"...but also very willing participants in this destruction of our wildlife resources. These agencies have worked hand in hand with anti-hunting organizations, such as the Defenders of Wildlife...the Center for Biological Diversity...and the Humane Society of the United States...and dozens of others...to bring destruction to huntable big game populations.
If you do not believe this to be true, you need to pull your head out of the sand and bring yourself up to speed as quickly as possible. The goal of radical environmental groups is to put an end to hunting in this country...and our federal and state governments are largely supporting and financing their efforts. Learn more by going to our sister website, LOBO WATCH, and absorb the News/Editorial Releases at the following link...
Just as guilty as the federal bullies who have forced these invasive non-native wolves on the residents of the Northern Rockies have been the state wildlife agencies in Montana and Idaho, who have not only been "willing victims"...but also very willing participants in this destruction of our wildlife resources. These agencies have worked hand in hand with anti-hunting organizations, such as the Defenders of Wildlife...the Center for Biological Diversity...and the Humane Society of the United States...and dozens of others...to bring destruction to huntable big game populations.
If you do not believe this to be true, you need to pull your head out of the sand and bring yourself up to speed as quickly as possible. The goal of radical environmental groups is to put an end to hunting in this country...and our federal and state governments are largely supporting and financing their efforts. Learn more by going to our sister website, LOBO WATCH, and absorb the News/Editorial Releases at the following link...
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Published 11-30-11
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